All plots in this article are adapted from the author's personal experience.
Beijing is a city of contradictions. The most determined dreams, the purest desires, and the humblest sadness are all intertwined here.
The towering office buildings, the low alleys, the busy elites on Fortune Street, and the delivery boys waiting for the traffic lights, they all belong to this cold and noisy city.
Bai Yu and I first met in this city. At Beijing South Railway Station, he looked for one McDonald's after another, only to find me curled up in a corner, reserved and shy.
He smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. Although I don't have an ID card, I can show you my passport."
I said, "You are not ashamed. You are nineteen years older than me, and you still let me call you brother."
Time is cruel.
He and I exhausted all our chances to meet each other, and we were obsessed with each other for a year. When fate ends, I can only sigh softly:
From then on, Xiao Lang was a passerby.
Intention: Some encounters are destined to be fateful from the beginning.